At some point, while lost in thought, Annika had reached out and took hold of Daddy’s rod. She didn’t even realize it was in her hands until she felt it pulsating against her palm.
She exhaled sharply.
Gosh, it was so heavy. Her little hand had trouble even fitting around it. Her thumb couldn’t meet her fingers.
And she was somehow supposed to take that inside her?
An odd mixture of fear and excitement coursed through her body, and she shuddered as she thought of parting her legs to receive him.
It wasn’t time for that yet, though. She didn’t have the courage built up.
She knew it would come, though. There wasn’t anything she couldn’t do with Daddy by her side.
Or on top of her.
The thought made her giggle.
“What are you thinking about, little one?” Matteo asked.
She tightened her grip on his cock and pumped it several times. “This. Am I doing it right, Daddy?”
“Yes, princess. Perfect. But Daddy really wants to get you out of those clothes.”
She dutifully raised her arms and allowed Daddy to slide her nightie over her head.
Bashfulness overtook her as she realized her pink lacy panties were the only thing keeping her from being completely exposed before Daddy.
Lots of insecurities swam through her mind.
She was so skinny. Would Daddy find her body disgusting?
There were some scrapes and scars. Living on the streets wasn’t easy.
Would he think of her still as dirty? Sure, she’d bathed multiple times since coming to the mansion, but perhaps she was forever tainted.
She needn’t worry about any of that. Daddy was kissing her neck, the sensation making her scrunch it up, while his hands worked down her sides.
Clearly, Matteo thought his little girl was just fine.
Annika moaned as his lips made their way to her breasts. He sucked in her right nipple. Her body went rigid. Arching her back, she threw her head back and released a cry of ecstasy.
Wetness began to pool between her legs.
Matteo went to her left nipple and took it between his lips. He pulled on this one a bit harder. Now, Annika was on the verge of losing it. Her legs trembled.
And when his hand reached up and tweaked her right side while his mouth and tongue explored her left, she almost melted onto the bed.
“Lay down, sweet girl. Daddy needs a little appetizer before the main course.”
The suggestive look in his eyes told her exactly what Daddy had in mind.
And it was going to be wonderful.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Daddy lapped at Annika furiously, feasting on her like a starving man finally being granted a gourmet meal.
Waves of delight billowed over her. She writhed and twisted the sheets in her hands as a ball of acute pleasure expanded in her core.
